where do i begin?
to tell the tale if how ungrateful love can be
a story of dispair thats as old as the sea
the lies about our love how untrue it could be
where do i start?
with the first goodbye
she took away the meaning to my love filled life
words were said and into my heart she stuck a knife
she came into my life and made a living strife
she broke my heart
she filled my heart with very evil things
with devil songs, with dark immagings
she filled my soul with so much love
that where i go i am always lonely
with her gone who could be happy
i reach for her hand and its never there
how long will it last?
can hate be measured by the hours in a day?
i have no answers now but this much i can say
i know ill always love her till the moon falls out of phase
ill always be here